We were looking forward to this next pub. It was a former shop that had been converted into an independent bar; and we’d set some time aside to spend longer here if we wanted to. We were really looking forward to sampling some new brews. But we needn’t had bothered. A long line of pews were pushed up against the narrow room with a row of twelve casks at the end, but only two beers were available which were more local to us than the pub. These were poured slowly and unenthusiastically by a half-asleep barman. We crowded around a small circular table near the end of one of the pews opposite while we decided what to do next. We certainly weren’t inspired enough to peruse the bookshelves or open up a board game. Instead, I went to talk to the bottle-shop owner who shared the shop’s entrance for a much more stimulating conversation. It’s a shame that we had more pubs to visit as at least his brews were interesting; but he didn’t have a license to sell them on the premises. It was a shame that these two businesses didn’t merge. We finished our drinks and invested our extra time into exploring other pubs in the area.
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